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Peace, the peace Cye urged for him that night in the garden, had come whether Aya wanted it or not. Since then, he had not even made a pretense of trying to find a way out of the house. Now he was certain that there was none, and the knowledge pricked at him deep inside. He would never let Cye see it, lest the inquisitive fellow start to question just what made Aya so homesick.
Yet those moments of worry were born more out of concern for his sister than any longing for the life he'd had at the flower shop, with Weiss. That existence, he had to admit, had not been much. Flowers and killing, flowers and killing, day in and day out. Living with no other thought in his mind except the one hope that kept him going: that today might be the day that she opened her eyes and smiled at him again. It had been his life for two years, and not until now had he realized how lonely it had been.
Life with Cye was anything but lonely. Though not exactly clingy, the boy was a constant presence that he had almost come to look forward to. How they passed their days, Aya could not remember precisely, but he had a head full of memories of Cye's laugh and wisecracks.
His companion was far more sassy than any single person he'd met before, and he faced Aya's natural pessimism with amazing cheerful persistence. Any time Aya pointed out that something could not or should not be done, Cye would simply toss off a grin and a saucy, "So what?" And then proceed to do it anyway.
That attitude of Cye's had forcibly introduced Aya to peanut butter and banana sandwiches. He had turned down vehemently until Cye practically shoved a bite in his mouth. The sweet and sticky mess of a masterpiece had quickly become one of his regular snacking staples. He had drawn the line at putting bacon on the sandwich, insisting that he was a purist in all things.
Cye even made him relaxed enough to make that very small joke. The thought of how comfortable he really was with the other boy immediately made him tense again.
Perhaps it was the success of their garden interlude that allowed them to crack open the entertainment center in the rec room the next day. Inside was a vast collection of movies on DVD and music CDs from a variety of genres. Aya's particular favorite movie, Reservoir Dogs, was available, as well as Cye's.
"And no, it's not 'Waterworld,'" Cye had told him with a roll of the eyes. "Even Rowan doesn't think that joke is funny any more, so don't even think it." Aya, obediently, did not even think of it.
That night -- or was it the next? -- the two of them had settled on the couch and watched a series of films. Cye had insisted on popping a monstrous bowl of popcorn, and forced Aya to drink a can of soda. Aya was usually opposed to carbonated drinks, as they were much too sweet for his tastes and the bubbles got in his nose. As usual, though, Cye overruled him with the same insistence that had gotten Aya groped and molested on more than one occasion. He tucked a heavy blanket around them both, and graciously gave up control of the DVD remote. Much to Aya's surprise, he was a model of propriety all evening, even keeping his hands above the blanket.
It was actually Aya who had, subtly he hoped, initiated the snuggling. He leaned against Cye a bit at one point, and by some strange whim, simply decided to stay there. A little while later, an arm slipped around his shoulders. After a short time he found it comfortable to rest his head on Cye's shoulder. The slow progression from separation to closeness made electric butterflies dance in Aya's stomach. He had thought that something more might happen, but they said good night quietly and went to their separate rooms.
That had been last night, Aya decided finally. He could not remember any evenings intervening between this morning and then, so it must have been the night before. Every day it grew more difficult to keep track of just how much time had passed. He said nothing to Cye, however.
This morning he was up at 7 a.m., his usual time. Even though there was no need to be up early, he found he could not break the habit. Lately, though, Cye was up every morning before he was, luring him downstairs with the promise of another bountiful breakfast. Today was no exception -- he could hear the boy humming to himself along with some softly-played music in the kitchen.
As usual, when Aya stepped into the kitchen, breakfast was ready and waiting for him. Where Cye found all his energy he wasn't sure, but the boy was just as bubbly first thing in the morning as he was right before bed. He was up even before Aya each morning in time to prepare something elaborate and delicious to eat. Aya stepped in quietly, earning a bright smile and greeting from Cye for his very presence.
Two places were set at the table, one with a Western plate, fork, and glass, and the other with a traditionally Japanese bowl and small platter accompanied by a cup with no handles and a pair of chopsticks. He slid down into his place, leaning over to breathe the scent of freshly-made miso already steaming in his bowl. The two small rice balls next to the bowl were carefully molded and seasoned with currants as Aya liked them. Lifting his cup for a taste, Aya found that the tea blend was, indeed, his particular favorite. Where had Cye come up with that? He had only just found the canister of this blend the other day and hadn't said a thing to his companion about it.
Their good-mornings said, Cye was busy at the stove, frying up a couple of omelettes for the both of them. Aya watched him toss bacon, tomato, and all manner of things into one pan, but sprinkle only a judicious amount of onion and cheese into another. He didn't even have to ask, knowing well how Aya liked his eggs. What was more, after that first day Cye had stopped pestering him about trying pancakes and muffins and such at breakfast, and had quietly made his miso and rice without complaint.
Such a simple thing, really, but it touched Aya's heart. For as long as he could remember, people had been trying to change him and get him to try new things. His teammates were forever trying to ply him with hamburgers and sushi when all he wanted was a simple bowl of ramen. That girl Sakura had tried to feed him ice cream, a treat he had never really liked. None of them seemed to care that Aya liked things simple. Cye, though, seemed to have accepted that.
With a smile over his shoulder at Aya, Cye squatted down to hunt for something in one of the lower cabinets. Except for his humming, he'd been contentedly quiet since the initial greeting. Why hadn't he noticed the longer silences lately? Cye's propensity for conversation was still overwhelming, but comfortable quiet like this was the norm more and more often.
As Cye bent into the cabinet, the tickling feeling that had been dancing around the edges of Aya's mind finally settled down into a full and complete thought. Once it was secure, he voiced it immediately
"I've decided I want you to be my first, Cye. I want to sleep with you."
A clank and a thud and an exclaimed curse later, Cye was sprawled out on his rear on the kitchen floor, rubbing the back of his head and staring at Aya. His simple words had pulled quite a reaction from the boy, making him jerk back out of the cabinet and bang his head on the top of it. So it ended up that Cye's first response to Aya's statement was, "Ow! God dammit!"
Now he sat on the floor and looked at Aya, who tried to begin his breakfast as calmly as possible. He would not let Cye see the quivering of his fingers that mirrored the quivering inside him. Not for an instant did he regret what he had just said, but once the words were out a great many new, unexpected doors were opened. Aya had not just offered his virginity, he realized suddenly. He had admitted that Cye had something that no one else in his life had ever had. In a life that was all about pushing people away and isolating himself, Aya had just made someone -- had just made Cye -- special.
His wits finally recovered enough to talk, Cye spoke up at last. "Aya... I... I'm honored." Blinking, it was all the boy said for a few long moments. Something in his tone or the slow way he spoke gave Aya the feeling that the word 'but' was hanging in the air.
Cye took a deep breath and stood up, moving toward him. "Really. It... it means a lot that you want to share that with me. I..." Running out of words in a rare moment of speechlessness, Cye simply bent down and brushed his lips softly over Aya's. Aya was shocked to find that they were trembling slightly when they touched his. "Thank you," came whispered softly against his cheek, and then Cye drew away.
"Think about it some more," he said quietly, touching Aya's hair. "And we'll talk about it at dinner."
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He turned back to the stove for a moment, trying to regain his composure. Of all the things he'd expected to hear Aya say, that was not one of them. Just the thought... god, just that one statement had rendered him speechless. He was almost frightened at his response; nothing had ever set him on fire like the thought of taking the quiet redhead. So, he thought, calm, I will be calm and let him think about it. Just to be sure.
He turned back and slid into his place across from Aya. The other boy was concentrating on his breakfast intently and Cye just knew the turn his thoughts had taken. "Aya?" he prompted, reaching across the tip the other's chin up to look at him. "That wasn't a no, you know. I just want you to really, really be sure you want to do this. For my peace of mind, please? Just think about it today and we'll talk about it later." His breath caught again, looking into those violet eyes that had seemed so cold that first night. How long had it been, he wondered, how many days since the night in the club when he'd fallen into those eyes?
Blushing, Cye pulled his hand back, realizing that he was staring again. It was just so easy to do, to loose himself in contemplating the other boy. Idly, he wondered if Aya had any idea just how beautiful he was.
At least Aya looked a little reassured now, he hoped that the redhead understood he wasn't rejecting him at all. They finished eating in comfortable silence and Aya quietly insisted on helping him clean up. Afterwards, Cye shooed him gently out to the garden, knowing that there was enough work out there to allow him time to think and keep himself occupied. Cye, on the other hand, was going for a swim. If Aya did want to go through with it tonight, Cye had his own thinking, and planning, to do.
~*~*~*~
Cye fidgeted quietly, waiting for Aya to come back downstairs. The redhead had come in soundlessly while Cye was occupied with dinner and had vanished upstairs. The sound of running water a few minutes later told him that Aya was cleaning up after another fairly hot day. He laid out place settings and fiddled with dinner a bit more, wondering what was taking so long. He'd gone for simple tonight, stir fry, more vegetables, nothing heavy that would dull thoughts or anything else later... if there was a later.
Soft footsteps alerted him that Aya had reached the kitchen. Cye turned to greet him with the usual bright smile and froze. Whatever he'd meant to say stuck as he took in the sight the redhead presented. Instead of head to toe black or that awful orange sweater, Aya was dressed in a dark green buttondown and a pair of poured-on, inky black jeans. In short, he looked absolutely stunning.
"My goodness," Cye said, finally reconnecting his speech center. "Green is just perfect for you." He smiled, giving the redhead one more appreciative once over. "Dinner's all set, nothing complicated I'm afraid." He took his seat, motioning for Aya to do the same.
They ate in the easy silence that marked most of their meals, though Cye could almost feel the tension bleeding off his outwardly impassive companion. He, himself, was mad to know the decision the other had made but mentally throttled the impulse to ask. If Aya said yes, Cye was more than willing to take the lead. He had to say yes without prompting first though.
For a good part of the meal, it didn't appear as if Aya were going to say anything, positive or negative. He was as silent as he ever was when eating, carefully wielding his chopsticks to bring petite bites to his lips in a precise rhythm, so he would never have time to speak. Pinch, lift, mouth open, lower... just by watching the steady, rolling beat of Aya's movements, Cye was starting to get a little breathless. The other boy had no idea that the fluid motions of his meal were set to the perfect tempo for a long, slow screw.
When Aya picked up a baby carrot out of the stir-fry mix of vegetables and brought it to his lips, Cye nearly choked on his own dinner. He was nibbling tiny portions from the carrot, slowly bringing the perfectly-shaped vegetable deeper and deeper between those small, rosy lips.
If it had been anyone else, if it were someone meaning to do what Aya was doing, the entire display would have looked contrived and silly. But Aya's innocence, his utter lack of recognition of just what he was doing, made every flutter of the eyelashes and flick of the wrist erotic.
Aya still hadn't spoken when they moved on to dessert, a sweet mix of perfectly ripe berries and fruit. Cye was kicking himself now for including fresh cherries in the mix, because Aya picked those up with his fingers and slipped them right into his mouth. He could see the man's lips pucker just a bit as he sucked and savored the taste of the fruit. He watched the tiny movements of his mouth and throat, imagining the sweet cherry liquid sliding down that long, pale throat. Cye had just begun contemplating mandarin oranges, melted chocolate and a naked Aya when he heard the soft single word.
"Yes."
He set his spoon down slowly, placing it with careful precision next to his bowl and looked across into violet eyes. "Are you sure?" Cye asked, just as softly. The other boy nodded, finally allowing nervousness to seep through.
"Well then," Cye said, pushing his chair back. "I suppose we're done with dinner then." Dishes where quickly emptied and piled in the sink. As Aya reached for the dishtowel, Cye caught his hand gently. "Leave them," he urged in his softest voice. "We'll get them in the morning." He drew Aya forward for a lingering kiss, tasting strawberry and cherry.
"Come on then," he said, finally drawing back. "Let's go upstairs." He slid his hand down to clasp Aya's and pulled him towards the stairs.
They reached Cye's room a few moments later and entered quietly. Cye let go just long enough to light the single candle on the dresser and flip the lights back off. The brighter it was the less comfortable Aya would be but Cye was damn well going to both see what he was doing and appreciate the beauty he was with.
He turned back again with a smile and caught Aya's hands. The other boy had hesitantly started to unbutton his shirt and Cye was having none of that. Cye pulled him close again instead for another kiss, tracing Aya's lips with the tip of his tongue. "Remember," he breathed softly, dotting Aya's chin and jaw with small kisses. "Lesson one. Let me undress you, please?" Another hesitant nod and Cye stroked his fingertips over the soft green covering Aya's chest. He slipped the buttons free, one by one, trying to cover how his own hands were shaking.
Under his trembling fingers, Aya was absolutely pliant. He couldn't have dreamed a more receptive lover, who gasped and shivered under the slightest brush of shirt over skin. Aya rested his fingertips very lightly on Cye's lower arms, it seemed as much for balance as to complete the circuit of touch. His chin was tilted to the side a bit, lips parted for short, shallow, nervous breaths. Though frightened, concerned, and anxious, Cye never once saw anything like regret or uncertainty pass over the finely-chiseled features.
Bit by bit, flawless ice pale skin was uncovered, made more ethereal by candlelight. Cye finally pulled the shirt free, dropping it carelessly on the floor. He pulled Aya in for another kiss, curving his arms around Aya's back. This time, when he teased the other's lips, they opened slowly and Cye dipped in for another sweet taste. His fingers trailed over Aya's back and around to his stomach before popping the button on those tight jeans loose. He swallowed the startled gasp with another kiss and drank in the quickened breaths as he drew the zipper down slowly.
The jeans were worked down slowly, mostly because of the tight fit and Cye contented himself with just a caress down those long, lovely legs. Any more and he feared Aya's knees giving out, judging by the fine tremors under his hands. He did allow himself one kiss on the other's pale stomach, it was just too tempting to avoid. The tender skin pulled in away from him, accompanied by a ragged gasp. So Aya had a sensitive tummy? Cye tucked that detail away for exploitation later. He pushed Aya gently backwards towards the bed and decided to strip himself before getting rid of Aya's last piece of clothing. Not being the first one completely naked might make the skittish boy more comfortable.
"Turn the bed down, would you?" Cye asked, before pulling his own shirt over his head. Aya seemed a little dazed for a moment then turned to comply, giving Cye a lovely view of very tempting bottom. Shorts and boxers were next and Cye turned briefly to toss them in the hamper. When he turned back, Aya was stretched out on his stomach completely naked, face half turned into the pillow, long-limbed body trembling slightly. The auburn-haired boy padded over quietly to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Looking for a backrub?" he murmured, brushing Aya's hair back to get a better view of his face.
His eyes were closed, his cheeks were flushed, and he had the pillow in a death grip. "No, I thought..." Aya trailed off, clearly expecting something else. Something that it was much too soon for either of them to really enjoy.
Cye smiled, running his fingers through that blood red hair. "Oh, we will, but we're in no hurry." He laid his fingers on Aya's shoulder, gently pressing to turn him over. "There's ever so much I want to enjoy with you first." He ran a light fingertip over the crease that appeared between Aya's brows. "I want you to tell me if you don't like something or if you want me to stop, but barring that we're going to do this my way, okay?" Aya nodded hesitantly and turned gracefully over onto his back.
Cye slid in next to him with a pleased sigh. He pulled Aya close for a kiss, running his hand down the other's chest, thumbing nipples softly. And long moments were filled with just those caresses and exploring kisses until a little of Aya's nervousness seeped away. An utter joy it was to actually feel the tense muscles relax against him, to feel the long, slim body become less tight and tense, and more accepting of touch. Time stretched into bliss like that, just the two of them naked in one another's arms, kissing and caressing.
Ever so slowly, Aya's doll-like rigor loosened, and Cye felt warm hands brushing his waist in prelude to an embrace. He wound his arms around Aya then, rolling them over to lean over Aya a little. He laid soft nips and kisses down Aya's jaw, working towards his neck. More kisses blazed a path to the curve of his shoulder and Cye set his teeth over pale flesh and bit down hard.
That seemed to bring an entirely new Aya out of the anxious, trembling cocoon. Tossing his head back, he arched up, and cried out. Normally so silent, to hear Aya voice anything in his low, smooth tones was a treat. To hear him raise his voice above a low murmur, even in anger, was like a rare treasure. Hearing him moaning like that, out loud and uninhibited, was ecstasy. Like a blossom unfolding, Aya was beginning to break out of his tightly-closed bud and open himself to the promised pleasure. All it took, Cye thought, was a little rough encouragement.
Hands were skimming over his back now, as if Aya had just realized that he could touch, and that what he had to touch was the finest of silk. His fingertips barely contacted Cye's skin, which only served to electrify the actual brush of fingers against his back all the more.
Tremors running up and down his spine from the butterfly promises of touch, he bent down to suckle at the bruised skin he'd bitten just a moment ago. He would need a mark, a bit of proof in the morning and in the days to come that this had happened. He could be allowed a little bit of possessiveness, after all. This beautiful, innocent creature was going to be his tonight, his completely, and -- Cye was beginning to feel this with more and more certainty -- he was going to become Aya's as well. And such a shivering, compelling thought it was, the thought that Aya could be his, and his alone, for at least a little while.
With every movement of his mouth as he sucked on pale skin, bringing blood to the surface to bruise, he felt Aya's hips tremble. The heat from the other boy's center was starting to grow, Cye's own warmth responding to the rise. He had not so much as looked between Aya's legs yet, wanting to properly coat his lover-to-be's body in kisses and praise first.
And properly he did, kissing slowly down one shoulder, moving down his arm. He paused at the elbow, sucking softly at the tender skin of the crease, smiling at the startled gasp. Discovering these things about Aya wasn't just a delight for him. There was so much his lovely companion didn't know about himself. So much untapped inside, so many layers of this red rose just waiting to bloom.
In his travels of Aya's luscious body, the forearm and wrist were next. A soft bite at the base of the thumb and he drew two pale fingers in to suck and lave with his tongue. Aya's eyes flew open in surprise and locked onto those fingers, slowly disappearing into Cye's mouth in the same languid pace used when he was gone down on for the first time. His breathing began to take on the same tempo as Cye's slow suckling, violet eyes wide. As those eyes started to glaze, Cye decided it was time to move on.
He abandoned the hand for Aya's pale, smooth chest. As his lips closed over a budded, pink nipple Aya sucked in a ragged moaning gasp. So very sensitive, Cye thought, stroking the other with his thumb. So much passion and he was starting to have a little trouble with control himself. The cries were sparking something deep in him, that same spark that seized him now and again, that made him burn to hear his friends cry out in utter abandonment.
By the time Cye had reached the soft skin of Aya's stomach and pulled free another moan by swirling his tongue into that perfect navel, he knew what he wanted. To utterly, totally, and completely overwhelm the lovely redhead.
He shifted then, settling in between those lovely legs and laid gentle, teasing nips over the soft skin of his thighs. He worked up unhurriedly and slid his tongue over the crease of one hip, prompting another whimpering moan. He looked up to see Aya's eyes screwed tightly shut and his head tossing restlessly back and forth. Perfect... Shifting, he leaned down to nuzzled gently at the soft spot of skin under Aya's balls. A soft lick to that spot pulled free a whispered "please" from the desperate boy. Just a little lower and his tongue swirled lightly around tightly crinkled skin.
"Cye!" For an instant, the clenched terror in Aya's voice made Cye fear he might ask him to stop. Not only had no one ever done this to Aya before, it was clear from the frantic surprise of his tone that he had never even thought of such a thing.
This did not deter Cye for an instant, slowly lapping against the tightly-clenched muscle. With long swipes of his tongue he wet the entire expanse of dark pink skin, pausing only to swirl around the bud at the center. "What are you... are... you... nnnnnnnh..." Any attempt at argument from Aya fell off into a long, rumbling moan as he dropped back onto the bed.
He pinned Aya's legs in place and pressed forward, stroking the point of his tongue just past that tight ring. A full-throated cry burst free as Aya squirmed violently, not sure himself whether he wanted more or away from the touch. It was deliciously sinful, Cye knew, but the soft choking gasps coming from Aya told him that his lover was more concentrated on the delicious angle of it all.
Still clean and fresh from his shower, the taste of Aya's skin was better than dessert. Moaning low himself, Cye began to lazily make love to Aya with his tongue. So tight and hot... After just a few gentle plunges with the spear of Cye's tongue, Aya had found the rhythm that promised what was to come. His hips were tightening and relaxing in time to the deliberate pace Cye's mouth was setting. Only minutes, seconds from now he would be loving this stunning, responsive man with every part of him, and not just his mouth. Aya seemed to catch the anticipation in him.
"Cye..." Aya had a voice like dark chocolate, deep and rich and sweet all at once. "I never... never dreamed anything could feel like this..."
The moaning gasps said he loved it, being licked like this. Cye's rose was blossoming more fully now, slender legs spreading, body relaxing and lifting up off the bed every now and then. His exquisite flower would burst into bloom before the night was over, Cye promised himself. His hand crept up and brushed against the tight sack as Cye's tongue stroked deeper. He kept on, caressing that bit of tender skin until Aya's entire body broke into trembles.
Cye untangled himself from those lovely pale legs and reached for the nightstand drawer. Funny how everything in this copy of his room was perfectly like the original, even down to this. He draped himself next to Aya and brushed a lingering kiss over lips that were bitten red. "Aya?" he asked, caressing the boy's cheek with his thumb. "Do you still want to?"
The redhead turned towards the touch and his eyes slowly focused. So innocent he appeared for a moment, even drunk on pleasure as he was. The sharp chin tilted up, and Cye could see the question slowly registering as a pink flush crept over Aya's cheeks. "Yes," he whispered, lips close enough to Cye's cheek that he could feel the shiver there. "I want to... I want you to."
"I won't hurt you," Cye murmured into that bright red hair, "Just tell me if I do, okay?" Another tentative nod and he reached between them, parting Aya's legs and teasing a slick finger against him.
At that touch to his already sensitized skin, Aya gasped sharply and clutched at his arm, eyes gone wide. "Shhh..." Cye whispered, leaning in for another kiss. "I've touched you before, remember? I need to get you ready. Just relax." He slipped that finger in then, stroking slowly. With the rhythm that Cye's tongue had set moments ago re-established, Aya began to relax.
He moaned again as Cye delicately fingered him, the helpless sound spilling into Cye's mouth. It wasn't long before Aya was rocking a little against him, brushing his burning hot erection against Cye's thigh, smearing a startlingly cool wetness against Cye's skin. Far from the passive, shy virgin Cye had feared he would be, Aya's taste for passion was evolving and molding right under his hands.
Soon another finger followed the first, scissoring apart and stretching thoroughly. The panting gasps turned to a sharp keening cry as Cye found what he was looking for.
"Just a little more," Cye breathed quietly, "You're almost ready. You feel so good," he murmured, nipping at a shell pink ear. "Hot, tight, so warm and soft..." Every word was punctuated with another gentle thrust if his fingers. "Want me, lovely?"
"Yes!" Aya gasped, "Please... it's so..." Words deserted him again as Cye stroked that little gland firmly.
"Mmm... Because you asked so nice..." He drew his fingers free and took care of readying himself quickly. Aya tried to roll over on his stomach again, and Cye quickly reached out to stop him.
"My way," he murmured, dropping another kiss on those lovely lips and looking into confused violet eyes. In the back of his mind, a thought prickled at him, wondering where Aya had gotten these ideas about how sex was going to be. There was an unpleasant moment of recollection as Cye remember the halting confession of a past relationship and doing things wrong. Wretched barbarian, to be that horrid to his lovely Aya... "I want to see you," Cye whispered, surprised at his own tenderness.
Their gazes locked, holding on to that bit of reassurance as he shifted position. Aya stretched out underneath him, breathless as Cye settled over him and between his legs. Cye lifted one marvelously flexible leg over his arm. "Relax for me," he said softly with another kiss, "Breathe slow and deep..." He nudged forward then, pressing just a little, strangling the urge to take his gorgeous lover's virginity hard and fast. He pressed forward, sinking in a fraction at a time and groaned as Aya clenched tight around him. A fiery blush bloomed over the other boy's body and he gasped, going rigid.
"Shhh..." Cye said, sprinkling his brow with kisses, smoothing back damp, tendriled bangs. "Relax, it's alright. I won't move yet, just relax." Aya clasped his upper arms and shuddered a deep breath, staring up at him. Half-sunk into the warmest, tightest pleasure he could ever imagine, Cye had only the expressiveness of his eyes to reassure his lover. For the moment his breath was gone, stolen away by the trembling, flushed vision just underneath him.
Little by little the impossible clasp loosened and Cye slid forward as deep as he could. "Ohhh..." he sighed, nuzzling into Aya's neck, "Just perfect..." He drew back a little then to look into dilated, violet eyes.
Hazed with pleasure, lips half-parted, Aya watched him. "So..." Moving his hands up Cye's arms toward his shoulders seemed to help Aya speak, as if his words became locked up when he went too still. "There is... no end..." Passion coated his features as the words deserted him, and he simply locked his arms around Cye's shoulders.
All too willing, now, where before there had been hesitation and expectation. Now that they were joined, the tension melted out of his body and loosed that fear which had prohibited him from blooming completely. Soft and warm beneath Cye now, holding him like a lover would. Like a lover *should*. And Cye realized that was what they were now. No longer just companions, friends, forced roommates. Lovers. That would never, ever change.
"Okay?" he asked gently, receiving a shy nod. "I'm going to move then, just a little." He pulled back a fraction and pressed forward again, smiling at the surprise painted on the other man's face. "Good," he whispered, tracing Aya's lips, "I want you to feel so good..."
"I do..." The words slipping out surprised even Aya, enough that he tried again. "Feels... I can feel every part of you... no end..."
Loosened and relaxed by pleasure, Aya shifted beneath him, in search of something. Cye rested a hand on his hip, showing him with a slight lift and rise how to arch up, how to meet the slow, teaching thrusts inside him. "Like that!" Aya gasped, his muscles rippling an impossible symphony of pleasure around Cye's sex. "Just like that..." And looked up in amazement as Cye's breath caught, feeling that warm velvet grip him even tighter.
Panting softly, Cye took him slowly, carefully, drinking in every moan and sigh. It had been so long,much too long since he felt that perfect clasp of a body around him. Long slow strokes, always giving Aya time to adjust, were slowly turning the redhead into a writhing, moaning dream. He sped a little then, shifting to hit just right and curling the fingers of one hand around Aya's straining erection. He captured another startled moan with his lips, taking his beauty's mouth with his own.
Together they moved, like one being instead of two, the rhythm of their movements inseparable. Aya's slow rises brought Cye's long thrusts to completion, and Cye's softly-breathed moans drove Aya's gasps to the pinnacle of need. Together, never separate for an instant.
"Cye, I..." An eternity it seemed that they had been loving like that, when Aya's lips moved softly against Cye's cheek. Now he could feel the building heat inside, the telling pulse of Aya's cock in his hand that hinted the moment was at its peak.
Cye stilled for a moment, tossing sweat damp hair from his eyes. The sharp cry of disappointment and the ragged "Please" was just perfect. He rocked forward hard then, thrusting firm and deep. "Come for me, Aya," he purred, nipping Aya's ear, "Please, need you to. Want to feel you..."
His body arced up, pressing flush against Cye's, and his eyes drifted almost fully closed in those few blissful seconds before he came. For the pound of three heartbeats there was nothing else in the world but the two of them and the indescribable peace of perfect pleasure. Then the wave crested, crashing down as Aya threw back his head and cried out, a sweet scream of Cye's name while liquid heat burst over Cye's hand and skin.
"Oh god," Cye moaned, feeling him clench in rippling waves. Unable to stop himself, he drove in, thrusting hard. "Oh Aya, lovely... so... oh love..." He buried himself one last time, fastening his mouth over Aya's as his blood pounded and the world tilted. Driven deep, spasming hard, everything narrowed to his swordsman's embrace and the world went white as he lost himself, spilling hard. He collapsed, with just barely the awareness to catch himself on his arms. He nuzzled against Aya's neck a little and dimly felt the other's arms creep around him.
After a moment of rest, Cye lifted his head, placing a teasing nip on Aya's chin. "I'm probably getting heavy," he said, withdrawing slowly, kissing Aya's eyelids. A vague mumble was his only reply. Aya did come a little more alert as Cye started to clean them both up. "Think you can get up for a minute?" Cye murmured with a smile, helping the redhead sit up.
"I... think so..." was the soft reply. Instead, Aya made it to the desk chair on shaky legs, watching as Cye remade the bed. When he was finished, Aya staggered to his feet, reaching for his clothes.
"And what," Cye drawled from his place in the fresh linens, "do you think you're doing?"
"I..." Aya glanced at the door and looked down, guiltily. A faint nip of his lower lip, and he glanced up again. The guards were threatening to slide down and close off the open treasure-chest that Aya had become tonight.
"Mmm, no," Cye said, shifting over. "My way, remember? Come here." Aya slid almost reluctantly onto the edge of the bed and was pulled down. Cye turned him on his side and spooned up close behind. "I'm not sleeping in a cold bed after that." He curled close, stroking Aya's stomach. "Go to sleep, luv. I don't want to wake up alone again so you're stuck with me."
He felt Aya breathe out, and it sounded like a sigh of relief. Comfortably, the warm body in his arms sunk back against him, folding into Cye's embrace. No one really wanted to be alone after their first time. Not even Aya.
And he stayed that way for a long while, listening to Aya breathe, finally relaxed. Such strange possessiveness, he thought. Like I want him to be mine, and mine alone forever. Turning that though in his mind, over and over, Cye drifted gently off to sleep.
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